Before you start reading: Gupta is Gupta Muhammad Hassan a.k.a. Egypt. I know he is not Indian, he is far from it, but it's hard to find characters from an anime with so many nationalities to suit my story, and besides, I think that Gupta is an Indian name, or that's what I heard in the past.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the second chapter – and the rest of the story, of course.
The ocean liner finally came to a halt off the coast of Ramachandra, south of Kerala, waiting for the tender to take the passengers to the precarious dock, where several carriages and people were waiting. The tender would also bring more passengers for the route to the Far East. Little Arthur was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of that little part of India. His emerald eyes were twinkling in excitement and he wore a bright pearly-white smile on his face to show it. His father smiled at the scenery in front of them also and put a hand around Arthur's small shoulders. He didn't remember India to be so beautiful.
There was a white sand beach that extended as far as the sigh could go. Crystalline waters bathed the shores and there was a wooden pier from where a small boat – a tender – was setting off towards their larger ship. Tall palm trees and green herbage with colourful flowers could be seen, hiding the wooden colonial buildings that made up the capital of the small principality. Behind the trees, there were tall mountains covered in a green fur. They could hear the sound of chirping birds and the screech of monkeys in the jungle.
Arthur let go of his father's hand when he heard the sailors and officers yell that it was ready for passengers to board the tender. He got inside the ship and ran down the large staircases towards the exit, while Howard ran after him "Arthur! Wait!" he heard his little boy's excited giggles as he ran past the other passengers of the ship, careful not to crash against any of them and cause a scandal. Howard, though, wasn't so careful. He was shoving people around because he didn't want his little boy to get missing, but he panicked when he didn't hear his soft footsteps or his giggles anymore in the Grand Staircase in Second Class "Arthur! Where are you?" his heart began pounding in his chest and he spotted a little blonde boy wearing a light beige suit with brown shoes, just like his Arthur, standing next to a woman. He ran towards them and turned the boy around with a smile on his face "Oh, Arthur..." he said relieved, but his face fell when he saw a different boy with freckles and brown eyes looking up at him. The woman next to him – the boy's mother – grabbed his son and frowned at Howard, who stepped back with a panicked expression on his face until he heard something.
"Daddy!" he heard his little boy's voice yelling at the top of his lungs, from outside the ship. He pushed people aside and hurried down to the tender, where he found Arthur sitting on the bow, swinging his feet and smiling, like if nothing had happened. His hair was ruffled by the wind, which also made the Union Jack wave on its mast. Howard, half relieved and half pissed off, ran towards his boy and took him from the shoulders and hoisted him up until he was eye-to-eye with him.
"Don't ever do that again, is that understood?" he said as sternly as he could. The boy nodded, with an almost scared expression on his pretty face. He had never heard or seen his daddy so mad before. Howard sighed and put Arthur down, running a hand down his face to calm down. There were three bells and then, the tender was off to the harbour.
Howard was slightly worried that there was going to be something inside that jungle that could hurt his little boy. There were trees so tall that, if he climbed them and fell, he could be seriously injured, even killed. There were also snakes that disguised themselves between the vegetation and their venom could also kill little Arthur, or choke him to death of they wrapped around his neck. Some locals weren't so friendly towards the Empire, but he didn't worry about that, because the Indian hospitality was something everybody in the world knew about and was sure that they couldn't hurt his little son.
When they arrived at the dock, Howard grabbed Arthur's hand and they both got out of the tender with the help of an officer on board and another on the pier. Arthur was bouncing up and down and clapping his hands excitedly "Come on, daddy! Let's see India!" the boy said before running off towards the crowd assembled at the exit of the dock. Howard gasped and ran behind him, terrified to lose him again until he found him. He was next to another man. He was tan and small, with hazel exotic almond eyes. He was wearing a white sarong, a loose shirt opened at the collar and a matching pagri. He put his hands together and bowed.
"Namaste, Sri Howard. I am Gupta, welcome to India" he said with a voice that evoked tranquillity and hospitality. He took their baggage in both hands and signalled for them to follow him with a move of his head. Arthur looked up at his daddy and smiled as they walked behind their small servant.
After a short yet bumpy ride on a carriage from the dock they stopped at yet another dock, this time, it was way smaller than the previous one and it was almost concealed by the trees and the vegetation. Gupta and the coachman took the suitcases and walked in front of them towards a boat that was tied to the pier. Arthur looked around as the sunlight reflected on the ground between the tall branches and palm trees. Casting his sight downwards, as he followed his father, he saw that the ground was almost completely covered in small white and yellow flowers 'So pretty' he thought.
But then he saw something between the leaves of the alocasias. Several soft pink flowers in a bush that was lit by a sunray, as if it was something divine. Arthur, making sure his father didn't see him, pushed past the alocasias and the ferns and walked over to the pretty flowers. They were China roses. The most beautiful flowers Arthur had ever even dreamt of "Arthur? Arthur, where are you?!" he heard his father's frantic cries, so he cut one off and put it in his hair before running off to find him.
"I'm here, daddy" he said with the most innocent expression he could put up. Howard sighed and ran a hand down his face. During the complete boat ride through the greenish waters, whilst Arthur was leaning over the side of the boat, contemplating the fishes swim by beneath them with his head in his hand in signal of boredom, his father lectured him of the dangers the jungle posed to him. He saw several kids playing around and splashing in the waters by the shore and women fill up large vases they later carried back to their villages on top of their heads. He was fascinated.
"Sri Howard, there is the house" Gupta pointed at a glade in the jungle where a Victorian-style house stood, painted in the colour of Arthur's flower and white around the windows and doors. There was a bed of colourful flowers and bright green plants at the entrance, and a small beach in which Arthur could play with his daddy. Howard's face brightened.
"At least we won't have to live up in a tree" Howard whispered to his son, mockingly, making the little boy giggle and shush him. When they docked, Gupta took out their baggage and set it on the pier, helping Howard out and then his son. The servant was about to grab their suitcases again and head to the house, but Howard stopped him "Don't worry, Gupta, I'll take them" he said with a smile. Gupta put his hands together and bowed with a smile.
As Howard walked the steps up towards their house's back entrance, Gupta waved at the boatman, who waved back and Arthur jumped with a smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks, waving at the man "Goodbye!" the boatman smiled at him and waved back. Gupta patted him on the back and thought that he was a very nice kid.
"Your flower is very pretty, young Sri Arthur" Gupta said kindly with a smile on his face, looking down at the boy with the big flower on his head. Arthur blushed and then frowned cutely as he looked around and didn't see any of them.
"Hmm, we should plant some of this around here" Arthur walked towards one blank spot, careful not to step of the beautiful roses "Perhaps here" he said to Gupta, who smiled and bowed.
"I will do it myself, young Sri Arthur" Gupta said walking over to Arthur and guiding him through the flowers towards the house, while the kid went on and on about how he wanted to plant those flowers and how he wanted to decorate the entire house with them.
They planted it the following day and in a year, when Howard and Arthur were well-settled in the Indian subcontinent, the flowers bloomed, and the boy could wear a rose on his hair every day.
"Little cherry, this is your new governess, Mademoiselle Marianne Bonnefoy" Howard said to his son, entering the playroom. Arthur looked up from the drawing he was making on the floor and to the elegantly dressed young woman, who was looking down at him with a smile on her face. Arthur straightened up and took a moment to examine her. She had blonde hair, hidden beneath a wide brimmed veiled hat. She had blue eyes and red lipstick on. Her white dress was tight on her small frame.
"Bonjour, petit garçon. Comment tu t'appelles?"she asked in French. His daddy had told him that there was a French colony in the East, called Pondicherry, so he concluded that she must have been from there.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle. Je m'appelle Arthur"he said in a small voice, shaking her hand, with the little knowledge he had acquired of French through school back in London. She sat on one of the cushioned sofas and Howard smiled before closing the double doors, leaving the boy and his teacher alone to get acquainted better, as he went out to explore the city of Ramachandra, this time, without Gupta.
A heavy rainfall caught him on his way back to the house. He couldn't see, he couldn't breathe, he could only keep walking and hope that he didn't fall down a precipice or into a crocodile's jaws on a river. Suddenly, he bumped into someone, throwing both off their tracks and on the wet mud. He heard a soft woman's voice "Oh, I'm so very sorry" she said as she stood up and helped Howard up with a hand.
He smiled at her and was about to tell her that it was nothing when he took in the sight in front of him. She had dark hair flowing down to her narrow waist. She was wearing an orange and red sari that, due to the rain pouring down on them at the moment, was sticking tightly to her body showing off her breasts and hips, making Howard blush profusely "I-It's ok-okay... miss..."
The woman looked at him kind of funny. She waved it off as she put her hand on Howard's forearm "Come on, let's get inside. This rain will drown us" she said, tugging at him towards a precarious house. He was kind of in a daze and he followed her without even thinking of the consequences. The woman opened the door with a creaking sound and revealed a small, unadorned house with a simple bed on one side and a kitchenette with a table and a two mismatched chairs. He didn't know where the bathroom was "It's not much, but it's all I can offer you today" the woman said, clearly embarrassed of her way of living.
Howard was about to say something but then shut his mouth and smiled instead. The woman took the hint and took him by the hand, leading him to sit at the bed, smiling at him. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, even more so than his former wife. Obviously, his son was more beautiful, but this woman had something that Howard couldn't quite put a finger on. He looked down at where he was sitting "I'm getting your sheets all wet" he said sheepishly.
"I don't care" she said softly, her smile still in place. Her hand came up to caress the side of his face "You are so smooth" she said, almost like in admiration. Howard blushed and looked down, smiling and trying to come up with a response to what she had said. He was afraid she was one of those women who preferred more masculine men, with stubbly faces or even full-grown beards, before she spoke again, sensing the tension "I like it" she said. Howard looked up at her and, against better judgement, grabbed her face and kissed it passionately.
She kissed back and he was more than glad for that, because he had thought that he had been rushing.
Her kiss was something like Howard had never felt before. He hadn't had much experience with women before he met and married Eleanor, so it was relatively normal, but it still amazed him. Suddenly, she stood up and looked down at Howard, who, in turn, looked up at her with a confused expression that was not too noticeable due to the daze he was in since the kissing started. She began to take off her sari, with a sultry yet somewhat scared expression on her beautiful face. Howard came back to Earth and put his hand on hers', once she had removed her top and her breasts were showing. They were perfectly round and, somewhat big, with pert dark nipples standing at attention. Howard licked his lips and felt his mouth going dry "Y-You don't have to do this if you don't want..."
"I do" she interrupted him with the same soft voice as before. Howard then nodded and she let her dress drop on the floor with a soft thud. They stood – well, she stood, he staid sitting - staring at each other like that for a good five minutes, Howard feeling that the inevitable was coming and trying to recall all the experience he had in the matter. He didn't know what was on her mind. Did she regret that? Was she going to back down and kick him out? He was most scared of that.
She then kneeled down and opened his zipper, taking his rather big member out and taking him by surprise. He gasped as relatively cool air hit his heated member. He had always known he was big. Well, not always. Once, at the school bathroom, while he was smoking with his friends, one of them decided to compare their lengths. Howard had been reluctant, because he had thought he was small, and almost backed down, but he would have given himself away if he had done that. When they whipped out their guns, he was the biggest, and that was a great boost to his ego.
He remembered that particular event, he remembered how to be intimate with a woman, he remembered how much Eleanor had liked it the four times they had done it – and a couple more after their honeymoon, but nobody knew that.
He suddenly got a boost of confidence and smirked before throwing the woman on the bed and releasing the tension he had built up for all that time for moral scruples against masturbation.
Howard opened the front door of their house, whistling a merry tune as he was received by Gupta, who took in his terrible aspect, with his wet clothes clinging to his body and his shirt showing off his smooth broad chest, and his yet happy face "Hello, Gupta, how are you today?" he asked with a dreamy voice.
Gupta looked at him funny, but answered nonetheless, for courtesy "Very good, Sri Howard" he said. They heard small footsteps approaching faster and faster until little Arthur crashed into his daddy's legs, hugging him. Howard laughed and lifted his boy up.
"Daddy, Mademoiselle Bonnefoy told me everything about France, and Germany, and Russia and Italy, and she said that her brother was like you" the excited little boy rambled on and on about his first day with his governess and finished with a "I had a great time, daddy"
Howard laughed, setting his boy down "Me too, little cherry" he whispered "One hell of a time"
But something would change their lives forever, especially Arthur's.
I'm sorry that I didn't write the sex scene, but... I'm ashamed to admit that... I don't know much about hetero sex and how a woman's body work. Sorry.
Thank you for reading, anyways, and sorry for taking so long in uploading.